Brothers
One was hopeful but now he's hopeless.One was willing, but now he's tired.
One was honest, but life wore him down.
I was lost and they found me.
To bring back hope, will and push them to find the others.
Friends of ideals.
Brothers of honesty.
Vanquishers of ego.
Belittlers of materialism.
The unity of non-conformists.
Poetry by zana
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Written on 2016-08-03 at 12:32




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